Chapter 517
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Although the young master's tone was cold, everyone could feel the joy in his heart from his glowing face.
Finally, he was one step closer to fulfilling the Supreme Godfiend's request!
Among the seven Venerables, apart from the World Drunken Beggar who remained calm, everyone else's faces were flushed red.
They had heard about the 'rewards' from the Warlord Temple, but it was a heavy body-tempering course that was extremely difficult to complete in one day.
"What?"
Only the muddle-headed Cen Yuanqing hadn't recovered from the shock of destroying his inner demons.
Lian Zizhuo's low roar fell into his ears like thunder, burning him on the outside and making him tender on the inside!
"Four hundred nights of favor?!"
His voice rose by an octave, and he jumped up in panic. His face was as pale as a piece of paper as he trembled and looked around.
Ugh …
Just as the legend said, four swords and two sabers had gathered around the young master of the Warlord Temple. The six senior brothers were all dragons and phoenixes among men. Some had masculine features, some were tall and straight, some had fair skin, and some were handsome …
No matter what style they had, they were all handsome and elegant. Each of them had their own style and were extremely charming.
However, upon closer inspection, the six of them all had faint exhaustion hidden beneath their faces, especially the white-clothed man with the bamboo sword ….
Oh, right! Jiao Zimo from the Flying Dragon Temple had dark circles under his eyes!
Ten Bladed Sons! Ten Bladed Sons!
So the young master of the Warlord Temple was like this!
Then look at the high and mighty young master Lian!
Oh my god!
The corners of Lian Zizhuo's mouth curled up slightly to one side, with a sneer that was determined to win. His pair of phoenix-like eyes shot out an evil fire that almost melted his own clothes!
So scary!
Cen Yuanqing was scared out of his wits as he imagined the scene. He screamed in pain.
"I don't want four hundred nights of favor!"
When his loud and clear voice reverberated throughout the entire Ju Qian Peak.
There was a cracking sound.
Lian Zizhuo's face was broken, and he almost fell off the stool.
Favor, favor, favor …
All the peak late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivators felt like their brains were going to explode from these two endless words!
Their eyes were in a mess, and the corners of their mouths twitched. For a moment, they didn't know what to say.
He suddenly felt countless scorching gazes suddenly shooting at him from all directions.
Cen Yuanqing trembled and fell to the ground.
In his mind, he quickly recalled the tragic end of those who tried to challenge authority single-handedly.
"Even if …"
In order to survive, he could only endure the humiliation.
As if he had made a great sacrifice, he bit the corner of his lips, straightened his neck, and continued to shout.
"Even if he wants to be favored, he needs to have six Senior Brothers take turns!"
This was the final concession the young man made to his miserable life and the hidden filth of the people at the top of the world.
The air was deathly still.
The pressure was so low that it could break a person's ribs.
"Drag it out. Drag it out immediately. Don't stop for even a day. As long as you don't die, train every day!"
"Stay away from me. I don't want to see this kid ever again!"
As Lian Zizhuo roared, a group of warriors from the Warlord Temple quickly came forward and dragged away Cen Yuanqing, who had a wronged and confused expression.
The warriors tried their best to suppress their emotions. Even though their cheeks were red and their chests were rumbling, they didn't dare to laugh.
Hmm.
The young master's reputation was ruined.
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